Missin' out on summer, Waitin' here for summer, Never ever summer. Wishin', hopin', prayin' it were summer. Rootin', bootin', shootin' for a stunner. Cheated outta summer.

The event was over, respects were paid. I was so glad I'd see my summer rays. Little did I know—far from over, we all took cover, the storm named Dover, blew on through, causin' so much wreckage, airports closed, none clear for passage.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Girl from Alabama goes North to Wisconsin to pay respects at her aunt's funeral. Summer is her favorite time of year. She is unhappy to forgo her hot weather. The entire time there she feels like she is missing out on summer. There is a storm while she's there so she can't get back until months later when summer is over.